Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2012 09:31:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Vincent Salerno <v_salerno@yahoo.com>
Subject: While working my way thru college/ Good Buddy, Lasting Friend

			Good Buddy, Lasting Friend

At school and at my part-time jobs, I met many guys of my own age.  I
became friendly with many, but close friends with few.  One of my most
compatible buddies was a transplanted Londoner named George.  George and I
shared many interests and had similar temperaments.  We soon became close
friends and were together a great deal.  We participated in lots of the
kidding around and sextalk at school, but we both were rather restrained
compared to the average college man.  We often double-dated with coeds from
school, and both maintained an appearance of heterosexual interest.  I
observed, however, that George had an interest in homosexuality.  I noticed
a few books on the topic in George's room, and my friend also seemed to
become alert whenever the topic was under general discussion.

As college years passed, nothing overt happened between us.  But one night,
after a long day of studying together for a final exam, George and I
crashed on my bed to get some rest.  The heat and closeness of George's
body was distracting and exciting for me.  I couldn't fall asleep.  After
an hour or so of tossing and turning, and feeling vibes of sexual interest
coming across the bed at me, I placed a tentative hand on George's
asscheek.  I stroked the gentle curve, covered only with jockey briefs.
George stirred and moved away.  I made no further advance, but rolled over
and finally toward morning drifted off to sleep.

No full discussion of the event occurred. In the morning, I made a comment
about being confused in bed the night before and forgetting that I wasn't
alone, until I accidentally touched a strange body. The
confession-explanation-apology was dismissed with a laugh by George.  We
remained close friends for years and stayed in touch after we both had
married and settled in different parts of the country.  I think that George
is at least as gay as I, but able to maintain a strict control over his
feelings and behavior.  British reserve, you know. Or maybe it's just my
wishful thinking.